💥 You Are Not a Prize

Some people really need to hear this today, so let me say it loud and slow:
I am all for self‑love. I love when people know their worth. I love when people heal and grow and glow.

But YOU?
You are not a prize.
You were never a prize.
And I am not sad I “lost” you.

My sisters keep repeating this narrative like it’s supposed to break me — like I’m supposed to crumble at the idea of not having them in my life. They say it with their whole chest, too, like it’s some universal truth: “You should be sad you lost us.”

I am sad.
But not for the reason they want to believe.

I’m sad because I spent years trying to love people who decided my life wasn’t worth anything the moment it stopped benefiting them. I’m sad because I begged to be heard, and instead I was blamed. I’m sad because I thought “family” meant something — and they proved it didn’t.

But losing them?
No. That’s not the part that hurts.

🩶 Let’s Talk About “Worth”

You want to talk about worth?
Where was mine when I told you my abuser was lying?
Where was mine when I said, “If you want my side, I can show you,” and you chose to believe the person who hurt me?

Where was my worth when you told me it was my fault?

Where was my worth when you dangled my niece over my head like a punishment because I finally said I was done with your lies and your childish behavior?

You were thirty.
Thirty.
And still acting like consequences were optional.

🔥 And Then There’s the Little Sister

Let’s not pretend you were innocent either.
You lived rent‑free.
You ate food I paid for.
You slept under a roof I kept over your head.

And somehow you still found the audacity to get mad when I couldn’t pay for something.
You broke my things TVs, laptops like it was nothing.
You stole my stuff.
You hit me.
You told me the world would be better without me.

But if I wasn’t here?
You wouldn’t have had a kitchen full of food.
You wouldn’t have had a home.
You wouldn’t have had the comfort you took for granted every single day.

So no ’m not sad I “lost” you.
I’m relieved I survived you.

💛 Here’s the Truth

You three were never a prize.
You were never the thing I needed to win.
You were never the thing that made my life whole.

But if telling yourselves that helps you sleep at night, go ahead.
Say it again.
Say it louder.
Say it until you believe it.

Because honestly?
I hope your lives are good.
I hope you’re happy.
I hope you find whatever peace you couldn’t give me.

Just don’t rewrite the story.
I didn’t lose you.
I let you go.

Okay byeee, love you, go drink water and do something gentle for yourself today 💗